Stuff That Makes Me Laugh Novels & Stories

“It doesn't matter. I have already forgiven you when you told me you bought me a present.” “You really love materialistic things. Don't you?” “What is material-stick?” He couldn't hold back his laughter as her incorrectly and innocently stuttering words came out so cutely. “It's nothing important. Totally nothing. I promise.” “Then why are you laughing at me?” ~•~•~•~•~

viola unable to control her laughing she bursted into laughter and collapsed on floor while laughing she holded her stomach as it was paining due to heavy laughing liam was confused because he is expressing his grief but this girl is laughing like he cracked a joke he shouted "What the hell why you're laughing?" viola replied "how can you be this foolish I just made a prank to make you disclose your fake fever drama act but seriously you're foolish" he asked "so whatever you said now" viola continued "whatever I said was a pure lie I just used veniger and few spices along with chilli paste I dont think these will make a man impotent" Liam's face turned pale after listening to her lame prank

“Now get over here and help me eat this food. And grab me a soda, would you?” I tossed her the remote. “Find something you want to watch.” “Just not a chick flick. I want something funny tonight. Something that’ll make us laugh so hard we’re scared of throwing our pizza back up.” I opened the fridge. “I hear Trevor Noah’s new standup is hysterical.” “Oh, Trevor Noah it is, then.”

She pulled her friend in for a hug "How do I always end up in these situations?" Lorraine asked, with tears cascading down her cheeks again. She picked up a paper tissue and wiped them off "Do you want me to break his legs?" "Or knock some sense into him?" Maia joked, trying to console her friend. Unfavourable light-hearted humour and sarcasm were her go-to's in uncomfortable situations; she often found that laughter was indeed the best medicine.

It is because of a prophecy’. For a second, I’m able to maintain a straight face, and then the laughter is out before I can stop it, and I don’t stop. It’s good to laugh again, even when the reason is ridiculous as it can be. Just when I thought I’ve heard enough absurdities, Quain comes up with one of these.

I smiled innocently to match the false statement. "You are so funny. Do you ever hear that?" "Not always. Not really, truly. I'm told that I'm a bit loquacious. Some say I'm too honest. I find myself not speaking too much because of it. I seriously would hate to want to make a joke to lighten the room and I end up making the person angry or sad. It's a struggle, really." "Oh, it's not that bad, is it?" "It is. One time I made my cousin cry on her wedding day for simply pointing out to her that she'd been carrying icing between her teeth for about two hours." I said and he laughed again. This time around his hands flew to his stomach.

"Not food, baby." That afternoon, I made silly faces at him—anything to get him to smile. Then I blew a raspberry on his belly. And he laughed. Not a smile. An actual laugh—bright and delighted and utterly perfect. "Nyx! He's laughing!" "Two months old?" She appeared, wonder in her voice. "Most babies don't laugh until three or four months." I couldn't stop. I blew raspberry after raspberry just to hear that sound. Over the next week, I discovered all the things that made him laugh. Raspberries. Tickling. Exaggerated faces. Singing off-key.

It was like someone punched me straight in the stomach. The laughter exploded even louder this time. It rolled through the hall, echoing against the walls like waves crashing down on me. It wasn’t just laughter—it was cruel, piercing, made to tear me apart. The kind of laugh people used when they wanted to crush you until you couldn’t breathe anymore. Adrian and Tricia’s laughs rose above everyone else’s, sharp and triumphant. I could see Tricia clutching her stomach as if it was the funniest thing she’d ever seen.

, I try not to sound stern but can't help it. "What are you talking about?", she scoffs, almost laughing. "You don't know, a crab could crawl up your leg, a sea urchin could impale your barefoot-", I'm listing off but I get cut off by her cackling. "Oh my God, I can't believe you", she says in between her laughter. "It's not funny", I grumble. But it doesn't stop her. It almost makes me chuckle out how much fun she's having at my expense.

I asked irritated. “I said yes.” “Then take it.” I pulled up my pants and tucked it into my underwear. Lara stood silently staring at my clothes for a long moment. “I can't believe it...” She started laughing out of nowhere. “What are you laughing at?” “You didn't do this!” “Can't you see that I did?” She bit her lip, trying to hold back her laughter. “What's so funny?” I asked stressed. “Nothing, it's just normal to throw things into your underwear - she said debauched.”